At about 5:30 last night
there was a deafening roar above our house.
A helicopter hovered about 15 feet above our roof
for 10 minutes.
And then landed in the parking lot behind our home.
The parking lot belongs to a Senior Recreation Center.
We like not having neighbors behind us.
It's always quiet back there.
Old people are pretty low-key.
They sat there for about 5 minutes.
And then took off again.
I have no idea what was going on back there.
But they headed straight
for a major trauma center.
Scary stuff Maynard.
I've been going through my house
and sorting through what I can get rid of.
It's ridiculous the amount of stuff we have.
I'm not a hoarder.
Not by a long shot.
I don't need a lot of stuff,
but it does tend to accumulate.
Our plans are to move in one year,
so I'm getting a head start.
I want to live more simply.
I'm considering getting rid of most
of my scrapbooking materials.
They take up so much room.
I think I'll either try to sell it on Craigslist
or have a garage sale.
That's not even a quarter of it.
I also have lamps,
and Fiestaware Dishes,
Just too much stuff.
I'm hoping to buy a much smaller home.
It will be just the two of us.
We only need two bedrooms.
I'm tired of cleaning this one.
We are wanting to simplify our lives
and buy cheap and get it paid off before we retire.
When I say we, I mean me.
Brian still has the wants.
"I want that!"
"I want that!"
Ninety percent of the stuff in the
attic is his.
And it hasn't been used in two years.
But he believes he still needs
every single thing up there.
What do I know?
Maybe he does.
But I have my doubts.
I want to live in one of these
teeny tiny houses.
Photos from here.
But have you seen my husband?
The rather large truck driver dude?
He's like a happy buffalo.
Walking through the house and
bouncing off the walls.
Those houses probably wouldn't work
But I'm still on a mission to
get back to the basics.
Room by Room.
Closet by Closet.
Drawer by Drawer.
It's gotta go.
And that's all I have for today.